It was a wonderful first night of Hanukkah for my wife.
Her husband, who found out he had pneumonia just few hours earlier, was lying on the couch, hacking and shivering, drifting in and out of consciousness.
Instead of her planned dinner of brisket with family and friends, she enjoyed a meal of chicken soup and corn bread from Boston Market.
And then it came time to give Clara her first Hanukkah gift.
Her reaction was unexpected to say the least.